She Taps
Faith sits at a table in a dark room with her legs and arms crossed tapping her foot against the table leg. She is staring at me with eyes of blame. What is she doing here after so?
“Well Faith, how are you?”
Faith purses her lips, and I imagine her crying, but instead she stands up and turns away. I approach her, and embrace her. She is warm. I don’t know if it is Faith at all, but she holds my arms like me too. I think that is enough for now. It is Faith, and it isn’t. She hints smoke, but stays formed.
“I say this to you: blessed are we who can see so.”
She looks at me deeply, and thinks thoughts the millionth truth of I will never know.
I walk hand in hand with Faith into a wall. We kick the wall. We do this for the next 1000 years. I squeeze her hand every once in a while.
You may think we are robots. But we smile every once in a while.